....as Blaney put it. Geezah turned up this morning to look at the CB500. Turned up in a van with his other half and daughter, spent all of about five minutes looking at it, and a short haggle later, the deal was done. So I now have a CB500-shaped space in the garage (and in my sig.), a wad of notes in my back pocket, and a slight feeling of emptiness. Might take Sally's CBR400 out for a blat to ease the pain (seeing as the '6Rs still waiting to be repaired). It's tricky, this bike selling lark.